Does it ever chocke you?
Do you ever run out of breaths to take?
Is it anxiety?
Does it feel like your heart is leaking tears?
Nicotine is your own definition of comfort.
You do not like it when it cracks you like clear viens in your palms.

But that's all you are...
But that's all you are...
That's all you are...
Cracks like clear viens in your palms.

You feel that limp in your throat,
Noises makes you shiver and kind gestures makes you doubt the accuracy of the reason.
People, irritates you but it confuses you how the hell do you even have friends?!

Love? Hate it, never dare to romanticize it. Because that's how you die and mostly it isn't heroic nor good.